When Loki started to move, Clint went with him, still glued to his side. He nuzzled him gently before glancing around Loki’s shoulder at what he had been working on. “I’m making her a bow, just for her. So, she can be like me.” He grinned, “That’s why I was so excited.”
Loki smiled and cupped Clint's jaws, bringing the archer into a kiss. "You're a wonderful father, really. She's been wanting to start shooting, and it's probably good that you're doing that, because I think she was going to start trying to shoot with her magic." He chuckled and shook his head a little. "She's a fiery child."











